Just a quick little baby chapter here. It's not much, but I wanted to bring Clint in before the next chapter, and it felt really disjointed adding it onto the next chapter, so it's just a solo short. Enjoy!

Edit: sorry about the issue with the commands showing up. They should all be fixed now!

Ava and Sam walked through the front door of Sam's house, both carrying grocery bags. Sam paused in front of Ava as they walked in, noticing the light on and the sound of the TV, neither of which would have been odd if it wasn't for the fact that Steve was out on a run. Shrugging, Sam walked into the living room to find Natasha and Clint sitting on the couch, watching TV.
"I don't remember giving you a key," Sam said drily, putting the groceries down on the kitchen table.
Natasha raised a single eyebrow. "You do realize I'm an international assassin and spy, right? I've literally brought down governments. I can make a copy of your key."
"And yet you can't cook to save your life," Ava said, putting her groceries down next to Sam's. "Who's your friend?"
"Clint shifted Natasha's legs off his lap and came over to where Ava stood looking at them. He leaned against the counter and flashed her his best smile. "Barton. Clint Barton. You can call me Hawkeye too."
"Ignore him, he's harmless," Natasha called, her attention still focused on the TV.
Clint turned towards her, drawing in a dramatic gasp. "You do realize I'm dangerous right? I've killed people too!"
"With a bow and arrow. You're basically Robin Hood in purple spandex," Sam supplied drily from behind Ava as she hid a smile.
Clint threw up his hands with a huff. "I don't know why I hang out with you people," he muttered, flopping down on one of the counter barstools.
"Speaking of which, why are you here?" asked Sam.
"Clint and Natasha shared a look and Clint shrugged. "Like you said, she can't cook, and if I eat any more fast food, I'm not going to fit into my supersuit anymore."/p
"So you just expect us to feed you?" said Sam, rolling his eyes.
Natasha sighed and shut off the TV, coming over to sit next to Clint. "Feed us and I'll set you up with the receptionist at the vet center you've been drooling over for the last year," she said, drily.
Sam looked over at Ava, who shrugged. "I didn't tell her. It's Nat, she knows everything," Ava said.
Sam gave Natasha a long look, then shrugged. "Deal."